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My Crowning Glory
October 4, 2009, 3:18 pm
Filed under: senior, women
My Mother - Izzy (Isadore Frances) on a good hair day

My Mother - Izzy (Isadore Frances) on a good hair day

Dennis, my sister’s hairdresser, says that a woman’s hair should be her crowning glory.  First, Dennis is a guy, so this is easy for him to say.  Second, Dennis never had to deal with “Izzy” hair” as my sisters and I call it – in honor of our late mother who gifted us with God’s most unmanageable hair.  Our hair is soft and fine, like baby hair – and completely and totally uncontrollable.  My sisters and I invest a small fortune in “volumizers” and hair sprays with “extra body”  (right!) – all to no avail.   My absolute worse hair experience was when I was 14 years old.  I had a date for my very first formal dance – my sister Marj had fixed me up with the tall, handsome younger brother of her best friend.  I wanted to look beautiful – kind of like Cinderella.  Off I went to the local hairdresser in my small country village of Scituate, Rhode Island for my first “do”.  They cut off my long blonde hair and gave me a short curly perm – the kind that little old ladies favor.  Making matters worse, I borrowed a dress from my other sister, Lucy, who is much taller than I am.  Long story short, I must have looked like a 14-year old kid impersonating a 60-year old – no – more like an 80-year old dowager.  You might have thought I would have had a miserable time,  but I was a clueless teenager and had myself a great old time.  But I did learn.  I never entered another hair salon for 20 years.

Sally

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The Art of Aging
October 4, 2009, 1:53 am
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My great, great, great grandparents, the Gurnseys - looking quite dapper.

My great, great, great grandparents, the Gurnseys - looking quite dapper.

This aging is a tricky business.  The big problem is what to wear.  You don’t want to be dowdy and you don’t want to dress like a twenty-something.  The fashion designers have chosen to ignore my age group, leaving us to fend for ourselves. Not too long ago, I went into Bloomingdale’s looking for a simple shell to wear with my business suits.  All they had were bustiers.  A 60-something female lawyer wearing a bustier – now that’s a frightening thought.  There was a  time when I bought the Eileen Fisher line but only because their ads always featured a gorgeous older woman with beautiful, flowing gray hair.  Then they dumped her, opting instead for an exotic young thing.  So I dumped them in retaliation. Thank heavens for Chicos (shouldn’t that be Chicas?).  At least all their clothes are comfortable and designed with the mature woman in mind.  They even size their clothes from 0 to 4.   I think that is very kind of them.

Sally

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Senior Humor
October 3, 2009, 1:47 pm
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